Every night for me is such a new skin, bending over my lips and body
Graceful tone of voice singing one for the ladies and twirling against the wind as I sit torpidly
- raising the flag with array of seven colors and femininity.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden ink of Heart
PoetryLet me allure the ghost of the past, Clothed with dire love and profanity- Seduce me or not I'll suffice my pleasure through poetry.
